The Ghoulish Vaults
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| - | Is this a | + | Is this a nightmare? Shapes flex, with the windGates rest still: lurk around cornersAnd bad beings, scent, dead, they lay unseen.Here, sounds of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where mystical manuscripts--:Dare, to tell the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, strange items I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, rocks, tales and frowns.<br /><br />Along-side its path, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: to not be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way downHaunted by monstrous nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!.<br /><br />Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] 821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a book recently, or this past year or therefore, named 'The Macabre Poems,' it absolutely was his 27th book [now he's 31, which his new book coming out, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in composition. And his deepest book in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he followed the trail of such poets--in creating this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his favored, George Sterling; in doing so he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a declaration on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: 'If you want to know who you are dealing with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe will not get you home.' Composition, as Dennis says: might be many things to many individuals, and denying the invisible world is not the way to truth and reality. Thus, this can be a poem that never managed to get into his book [http://safe-cracker.com/safe-vault-engineers-Bristol safe moving Bristol]. |
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Is this a nightmare? Shapes flex, with the windGates rest still: lurk around cornersAnd bad beings, scent, dead, they lay unseen.Here, sounds of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where mystical manuscripts--:Dare, to tell the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, strange items I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, rocks, tales and frowns.<br /><br />Along-side its path, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: to not be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way downHaunted by monstrous nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!.<br /><br />Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] 821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a book recently, or this past year or therefore, named 'The Macabre Poems,' it absolutely was his 27th book [now he's 31, which his new book coming out, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in composition. And his deepest book in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he followed the trail of such poets--in creating this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his favored, George Sterling; in doing so he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a declaration on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: 'If you want to know who you are dealing with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe will not get you home.' Composition, as Dennis says: might be many things to many individuals, and denying the invisible world is not the way to truth and reality. Thus, this can be a poem that never managed to get into his book safe moving Bristol.
